Boom!
Pow!
Roar!
A dragon soars
through our family room
Kill it! Hollers Zack
Ah-ah! I say, with an imaginary stab
King Zack
Queen Harlee
He and I,
We're buddies
We're fun-
Unlike Brittany
Sitting on her phone
Leaving me alone
To take care of the five year old King
Pillows; shields and armor
Paper towel rolls; swords
He; a brave King
Me; a valiant Queen
Creak
Snap
The door is opened
In walks dad
Where's mom?
Asks Zack
No response
No answer
Nothing
Dad goes to his room
Leaving us
And I find my stead it just a broom
My shield to be throw pillows
My sword is really garbage
I am not a Queen
We have to kill the dragon!
Says a young boy, age five
Not, anymore, Zack
Not anymore
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Freckle Faced Harlee Fay
PoezieA novel in verse written through the eyes of Harlee, a spirited young girl with a voice all her own. Harlee is living a life drifting between a weightless world of fantasy, and a reality she isn't yet ready to except. Soon, however, she'll have to...
